Hypebeasts Ruined Bape

[Verse 1: Sulaiman]
Yeah
More expensive than golden trenches
You speakin' successes in past tenses
I'mma act relentless
My back was bending, boulders on my shoulders
I'm hitting corners 'til the sun, like chill
You need some food and water
Restraining order from the snakes and vultures
Taking the lawnmower straight over they habitat
I'm rock-steady, you that flaccid rap
Taking that track out of the stratosphere
The drop on death fears on all your dead peers
Burning treads off the tires with the jet gears
I'm fire, my reps clear (Yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
The methanol get to y'all way before the weapon draw
Sketch it quick, then X it out
His Wesson draws, I'll be a vegetable
Move it, the movement, that horsin' round
Get you included inside the recipe for bluing
What is you doing?
Pupil, a student, that don't mean that I'm stupid
I'm still a genius, put a crease in your [?]
So don't confuse it with them

[Verse 2: Chris Crack]
Uh
I'm the type of nigga that stand out
Why you got me at your man's house?
"He out of town in Japan now," how?
Then she cook me breakfast
Bustin' biscuits all out the can now, ow
I ain't going if I can't bring my surfboard
Know how I'm coming, just refer to the first four
Ten thou' with my low chords
Stuntin'
Gold-swallowing bitches just wanna lurk more
Good dick is all she goin' berserk for
Well, I guess I'm handsome
Don't judge me for still stayin' up late waiting for Santa
"Thanks, uncle trill!" what they chantin'
Man, that's the freshest lil' piece on the mantle
Bitch!